A little less than a year ago I was obese. I weighed 225lbs at 5'1.5 I wore a size 18/20 women's clothes at age 17. Well now, about 9 months or so later I'm 115lbs and wear a size 3/4 . Under normal circumstances this should be great and I should be really proud of myself, yet I'm battling with depression. Being smaller hasn't done anything but make living feel like a chore...kind of like just going through the motions. Food doesn't bring me the happiness and satisfaction that it used to. In fact, I always try to hide my eating because I feel like if I don't then others will think that I'm a pig and that they're superior to me. I know I look sickly, yet I can't stop. I'm miserable and lonely and most of the time I feel like life is just a routine of school, study, shower, sleep. I thought that I would be happier thinner, but now that I am I feel like, along with those lbs I lost all passion for life.
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